eternal paradise [ yandere douma x reader x muzan ]

19: asakusa confrontations

You stood in the center of a bustling Asakusa, Tokyo.

Muzan had bought you new clothes, lots being western items.

You wore a pink yukata, the skirt being black, underneath you had a white button up with a high ruffled neckline, a western addition to your outfit.

And this was the first time you were wearing heels. They were referred to as Mary Jane heels.

"Are you still having trouble walking in your new shoes?" Muzan asked as his arm was linked with yours.

"I think I've got the hang of it." You said with a small smile.

"You remember what to call me when we're out in public?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow up.

You nodded your head and said "Tsukihiko."

"Correct." He said.

"Have you ever been here before?" He asked, looking in your direction as you walked through the crowd, passing food vendors and different stalls.

You nodded your head and said "No. The busiest place I've been is the red light district with Douma."

It was a very crowded night, and all the different aromas were a bit overwhelming.

Sweet, savory and spicy scents filled your senses, mixing together to create a unique smell.

Various items caught your attention, but you never bothered Muzan to stop by the stalls and take a look closer at the hair pins, bracelets, kimonos and other clothing and accessories.

Usually he took the hint that if your eyes lingered a bit on items, it meant you wanted it. And he bought it.

You had never been treated so well since Douma.

Over time, your perception on demons changed drastically.

You used to be afraid of them. They were evil and conniving creatures.

But demons were the only people since your grandma that treated you well. Demons have shown you respect, and have showered you with riches despite their nature.

Humans had treated you and others so horribly throughout your life.

You had witnessed rape and abuse countless times. You had seen humans kill each other before in a small village you accompanied your grandfather with to sell firewood.

Some man was stabbing another in an alley.

Your father had beat you often towards the end of his life.

The real monsters were humans.

You got distracted by a fancy porcelain doll, and veered in the opposite direction when Muzan wasn't paying attention.

You didn't know you'd get lost in the crowd as you approached the vendor to get a closer look.

When Muzan noticed you were missing—which was almost instantly— he began to frantically search for you.